To The Fawn I See In a Field, Alone
I knew you were deadthe moment I saw youunsteady on your longbendy legs.There is no Mama
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I knew you were deadthe moment I saw youunsteady on your longbendy legs.There is no Mama
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Mum used to say home is the centre of things. It’s where everything starts and flows.
Thought I was ready for love— Time for my fairytale story— Ball gowns, slippers, and doves.
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Something honestWhere’s my honesty?Am I honest saying that I am honest?Or am I honest saying that
The young man stands in the mirror, straightening his tie with clammy hands and clumsy fingers.
To see the world through innocence interconnected in its display of magnificence like rivers flowing through
Scruffy-necked, slobbery thing snuggled up against my larynx. Rorschach-marked and overfed, I try to think of
We are the breath of the morning sky, A chorus that whispers, “We’ll never die.” Born
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